The Bride

Bridal dreams from lingering sunset youth
Die with hopes of love songs by candlelight
Lay waste in storms of traditions uncouth
No weeping mother or brave shining knight
Tall and handsome replaced by nothing much
Brilliant gowns turn to faded torn jeans
The ceremony is reduced as such
At least there is a paper to be seen
Fairy tale wishes unfit for the poor
As are the plans of a hopeful young maid
Rather life becomes but a wretched chore
Long after the day a judgment is made
     But hopes and dreams, they are absurd
     Joy and happiness are just foolish words